Last dream I can remember over 35 years ago. It was during canning season and I dreamed that Aliens took me away in there space ship and I was in there space ship sitting on top of all the canned jars that we canned

I dreamed that my alarm was going off, and I knew I had to get up for work. But I was encased in a clay-like substance and couldn't move. I did eventually wake up, but it was 1:00 AM, and I wake up at 5:00

I dreamed that my brother and I were in my father's truck. It began to roll backward from the parking space that it was in -- moving toward the U.S. Highway at the end of the parking lot. This dream came true... I was able to climb over my brother and get my foot on the brake in time to stop the truck. I think I was about five years old at the time.

I used to dream about going through a little door in a room and ending up in a party, but everyone was dressed in old fashioned clothes from the 1800's. I drempt this until I had children and haven't drempt this since.

I was chased and attacked by demons. I tried to "rebuke" them in the name of Christ, as I've heard you should do in real life if ever confronted by demons, but they just kept coming toward me. They were hitting me, throwing me around and otherwise tormenting me. I woke up in a cold sweat; only time I can remember that happening. I was a teenager at the time, but I was so freaked out, I woke up my mother. She came and slept in my bed the rest of the night.

It was a nightmare. My family members faces were all green and they had scary teeth (like vampires). I was running from them and didn't know what to do since my mom, dad and brother were all scary people.

I have had many dreams about snakes. I stepped on a dead snake in a park when I was about 6 years old, and my parents made a big deal out of it, and anytime I see a snake or hear about one I have dreams about them.

Dreamed about how snake heads look like nightcrawler heads. About how much I don't like nightcrawlers or snakes. I believe I had this dream because a woman I know had seen a big snake early that morning. This woman had talked about the snake, and it scared her. I thought about that snake several times during the day before going to sleep.

Laying on our couch, seem to be half awake and half asleep and seeing different colored lights through the window and UFO's were all over the sky and floating around the houses all over town. I was screaming in my dream for my husband to help. He and my son were in the room watching TV and I kept moaning and finally yelled out loud and they woke me up. It scared me to death it seemed so real.

Had a dream once in which I was down the road from home and realized I was dreaming. When I thought of flight I could left off the ground and started to fly, but lost the dream and awoke because I was trying to hard to.gain altitude.

I was a Pittsburgh Penguin (hockey) but all the other players were much taller than me. I remember being very pleased to be on the team, but being the smallest player worried me. I told them, "You guys are extraordinarily tall"

The worst nightmare I ever had was our car plunging off a bridge into icy water below and my three children not knowing how to swim. The youngest was a baby strapped in his car seat, and I was struggling with trying to get the buckles undone but leaving him to get the other two little ones to shore before they drowned. I didn't know what choice to make, and if one choice over another would lead to the saving or the death of all of my children. Fortunately, I woke up soon after that.

I had a dream that I was a flower girl at my father's secretary's wedding. I could vividly remember the way the church looked, the dress I was wearing, and the job of dropping petals down the aisle. It was so vivid that I swore for years it was true, but my parents declare that it never happened.

My husband, who is deployed overseas, came back home a week early, but he secretly went to visit his mother first and they were going to drive cross-country to surprise us together. I was angry with him for not telling us he was coming back home early and for not coming home to his family first. (Reality: Husband is currently in a war zone.)

A hoard of bugs, mostly large, two inches to six inches, come scuttling from under my bed. Frightened, Iyell and jump up and down. The dream ends with me landing with my right foot's heel on the squishing adbomen of an ant-like bug about 6 inches long.

The scariest nightmares I ever had were when I was a teenager. I don't remember why I was afraid, but there was darkness all around. I was terrified, knew I was asleep, and wanted to wake up. I could not wake myself up so I would try to call out so someone else would come and wake me up, but I couldn't get any sound to come out.

A scary dream. I was with my family and we were traveling down a dark, paved road. It was a very new road and the car did not make any sound or hit any bumps driving on it. We were running away from something. When we arrived at a cave, we got out of the car and went into the cave to hide. I remember whatever we were running from found the cave and was looking for us inside, but did not find us before I woke up.

Whoa! A weird one. I was living across the street from where I grew up (not where I live now) and my dream was about normal life for me there. Doing dishes, cleaning my house (a house I did not recognize). A bad thunderstorm developed (we were having real thunderstorms here at the time) and I was looking out the window to make sure my mother was awake so she would check on my grandmother. Her lights were on, so I did not go to my grandmothers. When I saw them the next day at my grandmother's I told them about looking for the lights at my mom's to know she would check on her. She had done what I thought she would. I spent some time at my grandmothers. (Then things started to get weird) We saw a NASA space vehicle taking off, then looking like it was going horizontal not vertical. We felt certain it would crash and spent a lot of time trying to communicate this to a 911 operator. I went to an event at a stadium, not sure if it was a graduation or sporting event because it never happened. I was sitting close to but not with my family which really bothered me. The guy sitting next to me was in charge of the red meal tickets and would only give food to those with tickets. I panicked b/c I wasn't sure if i still had my family's but then found them in my purse. (there were a few other things that I remember flashes of, but not enough to write a description of, they did not make much sense, as if the rest of it does!)

I was about 7yrs old and my mom and aunt took me to see "The Hand" at the movies. I dreamed a hand was crawling up the side of my bed toward me. Kept my mom up all night. Needless to say, she never took me to another scary movie.

My dreams usually are a variation of the theme of having to protect my family or one of my familiy members but that when i try to move I move slow. It's normally as if I am in slow motion while everyone else is at normal speed.

I look out my second story bedroom window in early dawn. House is on corner wand pine trees frame the street below. I see a body lying in the street wearing a dark pink robe like my mother's. I actually wake up. It is early dawn and I am afraid to look out the window and have the dream become reality. I finally look and am relieved it has been a dream after all. No body.

At family summer home (sold long ago) waiting for family and guests. Some friendly interaction with neighbors and driving to and from town.Get lost briefly. Pleasant time and people.Details of house inside and out vivid. Lake calm and beautiful. Take boat ride asound familiar bays and shorelines. People very real. Only tension someone late showing up. Drive back into town to look for them and find them in store. Dream ends as are retuning home in car at dusk.

I was five years old. In my dream, my mom came outside to tell me it was time to eat dinner. At that point (as bizarre and as distasteful as this is), he head broke in two. It was a nightmare that I remember to this day 51 years later. It was horrible, and I believe this is the first time I have ever repeated it to anyone.

I was trying to accomplish some task (which I don't remember), but I do remember going through the same scenario with a number of different people and getting frustrated as I could not complete the task to my satisfaction.

I was eating colored icing on a giant cake. It was really good. I remember trying to keep the green stipe of icing on the cake intact for some reason. Then I was suddenly laying down by the cake still eating the icing with my hand. HAHA, it was weird. My alarm went off and I woke up. Normally I hate icing, but it was good in the dream.

In a back country house I owned. The house was a large log build house. Bosnian Croats were protesting and attacking outside. They threw eggs and threatened to attack. I called 911, but made the mistake of telling them. Russians were inside, my friends. Demitry was one of my Russian friends. He was a highly placed Russian. The Bosnians ended up attacking me directly with knives. I defended the house and wondered where the Russians went and the police were. I ended up injuring a few of them. The Russians didn't help at all. It was very detailed and colorful dream.

I remember a vivid nightmare from a few years ago, where I was with two of my children, and we had to escape from a building, where people with guns were looking for us, trying to kill us. I remember that we crawled through tunnels and basements, and we eventually made it outside alive.

I was about five years old. My parents were out, and my brothers and I were at home with a babysitter. There was a storm outside, and I was looking out the front window, when I suddenly saw a Tyrannosaurus Rex coming toward the house. The babysitter was in the basement, and the door was locked, so she could not get upstairs and we could not get downstairs. I woke up before the dinosaur actually reached our house.

I was in bed, engaged in sexual relations with someone I know, whom I am not attracted to at all in real life (in fact, I think she's very unattractive). I did not recognize the surroundings, but I was aware that my wife was in the next room and that the door was unlocked, and that made me very uncomfortable.

I was waiting at the front of the line waiting to see the dentist. The person directing traffic kept pulling people in front of our line. I remember it being about 1:30pm. I asked the person who was directing when I could expect to see the dentist, pointing out that I was at the front of the line. He laughed snidely and told me that I would certainly see the dentist by 5:30pm. I woke up.

Same one as the childhood dream. Here's another one though. I used to have dreams of running away from a train. For some reason I didn't think of getting off of the tracks, and would stumble along the tracks while the train kept coming closer and closer. Then I would wake up.

I was in the car with my family, out for a ride. My Dad was driving. My Mom was in the front seat. I was a giant bird off in the distance. somehow i knew it was after us. I warned my Dad, but he wouldn't listen. As the bird came closer, my Mom rolled down the window to see it. To my horror, the bird reached in an grabbed my Mom and pulled her out. The bird was flying away to feed my Mom to her chicks. My Dad stopped the car, yelling for her. I jumped out and ran after the bird. The bird was having trouble getting altitude, and I was able to grab my Mom by the foot and pull her down. I also grabbed the bird and tore it to pieces. We put the pieces in the truck, and went to my grandpa's house (my Mom's Dad), and showed him the pieces of the bird. He was proud of me.

I was preaching in a church. The High School kids were in a group in the back cheering. One High schooler shouted loudly, using some profanity, and I had to figure out how to respond from the pulpit. I taked about grace. The rest of the congregation wasn't sure what to do. Then I woke up.

I was in a hospital waiting to be executed. I could see the firing squad outside my window. I was executed (did not visualize) and reincarnated. I was explaining this to the church congregation when a frightening wind swept through the church. I knew it was the Holy Spirit telling me that I should not be talking about reincarnation because I'm a Christian.

Again, as a child, I dreamed of the Hoover vacuum cleaner coming to life and chasing me. This time, it pursued me throughout the house and even outdoors. I remember screaming for help, but no sound would come out of my mouth. Luckily, I had the ability to fly short distances, but the Hoover did not. I escaped through the treetops.

I dreamed I was in my parent's room, sleeping in a small bed to the side. First, the vacuum cleaner came to life and chased me. I could only get away from it by hanging/swinging from the ceiling light fixtures. Then I was back in the same small bed, and a trap door opened and I fell down a chute to the basement.

About a week after my dear father-in-law died, I dreamt I heard a knock at the door just like he used to knock, and he was standing there. I opened the door and cried out to him that we thought he was dead and where had he been. I remember waking up, crying, knowing that he really was gone.

I was being pursued late at night through my home by a being wearing a space suit that was equipped with a very long,thin needle-nose rod. When this being caught up to me the thin rod attached to my shirt to carry me off .... that's when I awoke. I had this dream several times.

I am walking into a darkened cave, It looks like a mine where coal or some kind of oar is taken from. It is a wide and tall tunnel with a down hill slope, on the left side are a series of iron doors closed over furnaces that are hot and glowing orange and yellow. There are other persons in the tunnel but they are only a sense I have of their presence I can't really describe them as they are in shadows. I am passing by the furnaces and I hear someone from behind me, It is my uncle I turn and watch him, he is running down toward the furnaces, when he reaches one of the hot doors he opens it, I yell that it is hot and he dives into the fire, all I see are his feet and then he is gone. I woke up then and was disturbed by the dream.

Was tidying my house (which I have never in real life seen),it was a large house, was frustrated and angry with my husband, anxious, think although it was my house, I didn't really know it, unsettling, mostly remember anger at my spouse, huge fight - unclear what it had to do with the house

Flying down a hill in the air several feet above and along a paved road remembering that I had left my car at my point of departure and was only slightly concerned as to how I would get back to retrieve it. At the bottom of the hill the power to fly disappeared and I lay face down in the road next to the curb. I got up, brushed of and found myself inside an unfamiliar building sitting at the controls of a very large piece of equipment. As the machine began to slowly move the equiptment operator, a very nice, tall, soft spoken man, rescued me. Immediately I'm trying to find my way out of the building and quickly find an exit door and notice a familiar retail store across the street and think ..."I'll call my son to pick me up at the store." THE END

When I had an elevated temperature, only, I dreamed of numbers traveling down a road. They were very small at first, but the closer they got to me, the larger and taller they were, until they were so large they were going to run over and envelop me. Just as they got to me, I forced myself to wake up. As I grew older I stopped dreaming this dream and haven't since.

I normally only remember a dream if the alarm clock wakes me during a dream and I only remember details for a few minutes after waking, unless I write them down. I do remember just a bit of a dream I had when I was about five years old, probably only because it was scary to me. I had several stuffed dogs in my room and a real dog outside. The dream had something to do with the stuffed dogs fighting with the real dog. I remember waking up scared and sweating. My parents have told me that the dog had bitten me when I was about that age, so it may have had something to do with that or being scared of the real dog.

I was being chased in this huge building with lots of doors. No matter which door I went into, the chaser (whom I never saw but knew was out to kill me)would either be in the room or right behind me. When I tried to scream for help, no sound came out my mouth. I woke up screaming HELP over and over.

I would soliciting ads for our school annual. In a drugstore, all my skinny friends weighed. I was 40 lbs overweight, and refused. One girl made a huge, loud thing about my not weighing. I finally did, and was terrible embarresed. Later, I dreamed about this real life event and was in my mother's cellar when this girl came to visit and I stabbed her over and over again. That dream has haunted me, because I am not a violent person.

I HAD BEEN TRYING TO SCREAM,BUT IT WOULDNT COME OUT, NO SOUND AT ALL. I WAS BEING CHASED BY MY EARLY CHILDHOOD (9YRS. OLD) MOLESTER AND I USALLY WAKE UP SCREAMING AND SOAKED IN SWET, RIGHT BEFORE HE CATCHES ME.

I was in Basic Training, and dreaming that I was waking up DURING our final inspection, and the General was getting close to my bunk. I remember having this dream multiple times over the three months I was there. After our final inspection, I didn't have that dream anymore.

Questionable whether or not it's a nightmare, but . . . My older sister, who I never heard sing, was standing in the center of the room singing and each line went in a lower voice until she got so low no male base could have matched it. I woke myself up laughing.

Often when I awake from a dream I'll think I'll remember it, but then find it impossible to recall. Many times my dreams have to do with my being responsible for something and feeling the importance of whatever the action might have been.

That was over 50 years ago. I was alone with my little son and dreamed that he was sitting in the front yard grass and a car left the street and came up onto the grass and ran him over. I woke up in a sweat totally afraid and had the fear that someone was in the house. I have never had a nightmare like that since.

I had a recurring nightmare when I was in my 20's that my younger brother was being hunted by some group of people and that he'd get shot in several places (sometimes with guns or sometimes with arrows or knives)and I'd be trying to stop the bleeding and save his life and begging him to hang on and live and I'd wake up crying.

I dreamt my husband was driving a vehicle with me in the passenger seat and our youngest child in the back seat. For some reason I was unable to fathom, he drove INTO a river - he wanted to - he said in the dream he thought it was shallow enough to not sink, but we did. I grabbed the door and opened it before the water was too high, got out, opened the back door and grabbed my child. I remember the water was really cold and had stuff in it (like sticks and leaves) and the bottom near the edge was rocky. There were people there on the bank watching something across the river and I remember thinking that must be what my husband saw and why he drove in (to see it better). I was really, really upset and angry that he did that and seemed to think it was funny or something. I remember turning back to see if he got out and if the vehicle was still sinking (or sunk) but just then I woke up so I don't know what happened!

I was seated at a round table waiting for my flight to be called. My old boyfriend first sat at the table next to me, then switched to my table, but didn't acknowledge me. I said hello to him. I began looking in a bag at garment samples and found myself splitting them between us. At one point, I called home for something I forgot, but the person who answered didn't know how to answer the phone. We were both speaking, but she couldn't hear me. I repeated over and over, "just pick up the phone and talk" until I awoke from the dream.

It was about the Earth being invaded by aliens that were disguised to look like pieces of food (e.g., barbequed chicken). They had a spaceship that looked like a car with two front ends (instead of a trunk) and it could fire lightning out of the bottom while it hovered.

I owned a time machine. This device would not take you to the future, nor would it enable you to travel to various events of the past. In fact, it would only work while you were asleep, and it would only take you back to other times when you were asleep. That is, it allowed you to re-experience a past session of sleeping, over and over again if desired. In other words, you could sleep for as long as you wanted, in as short a span of the present as circumstances might demand. If you pulled an all-nighter, were still awake at 6:30 and had to go to work in an hour, you just set the machine, went to sleep and it transported you back to some time when you slept in. That's all I remember.

I was young and had watched a movie about a woman who had been buried alive. That night and for quite a while after I had a recurring dream about being buried alive. In my dream, I was buried in a wooden box but don't remember any other details

I was lying in bed and a gargoyle-like creature was crawling up my legs to my belly, pinning my arms and legs down so I couldn't move. I tried to throw it off but it was too heavy. It bit my belly and I had horrible pain in my stomach but couldn't do anything but watch.

Dad was driving a black pickup truck on a country road at night. Black cats jumped out of the ditches and were yeowling, hissing and scratching all over the windows and doors, top and hood, in the back of the truck trying to get at us. We sat real still so we wouldn't irritate them. Then Dad turned a flashlight on, shining it out at the cats and they all went away. We continued on the road toward home but I sat closer to him, still scared of the cats and the noises they made.

A tornado was coming over the hill and picked up trees. It went back up in the air but the trees came down and stuck in the grass like toothpicks. The lightening struck each upside down tree and they were like burning candles on a birthday cake. The rain came and put the 'candles' out but the trees smoldered and put a lot of smoke in the air.

Being with my husband and newborn son trying to flee from the country. We had been invaded by a foreign country and were being defeated. The only safe way to escape was through California/San Diego to MExico. We were literally at the border when I realized that our 11 yr old daughter had been separated from us and we had no opportunity to go back to get her.

Being with multi-generational family members, all attending a funeral. The service had concluded and the procession had left to drive to the cemetery. I had to wait for an aunt or someone to arrive and then we didn't know the way to go to get to the cemetery and I was extremely upset.

I was at a garden party, meeting new people, very social & happy. I wasn't the host of the party, but 3-4 people were asking me extensive questions about the plants. It was festive, & I felt happy, secure and knowledgeable about the information I was sharing.

When I was 7 or 8 I would dream I was playing outside our home in rural Kansas. I would start flying (floating upright and without effort) until I had cleared the trees (maybe 100-150 feet up). I don't remember flying in any particular direction, but after flying several hundred yards I would suddenly free fall, usually into the trees. I always awoke before hitting the ground.

I was at work and I couldn't get my work done in time. I didn't have a phone and the papers kept getting misplaced. Nobody would help me and I had a deadline. I went to talk to my boss in my stocking feet and he was watching a video with some other people and didn't seem concerned.

I was standing in a barn near a large wood post that had metal electrical conduit with an outlet near the floor, and lightning struck the barn and traveled down the conduit to the ground at the base of the post. I was not hurt, but it scared the tar out of me. It was a repeating dream.

The dream of the witches chasing me was when I was 9 yrs old. After 6 months it went away mostly with an ocasional recurence for 1-2 years. I also night walked during this time but I had very loving and understanding parents. As for the street fighting dream - my last jobs for 10 1/2 years was a Corrections officer and I know what big cities are like.

running from witches dressed in black hats and pointed noses that were like a knife blade. Runing from 20 or more witches after looking at the wizard of OZ and a death in my mothers family. I was about 9 yrs old at the time and had the dream for 6 months. The death upset me.

I don't have any nightmares other than waking up to Obama and his Marxist, Socialist, Union Leader and their jack-booted thugs being in charge of reality. What possible dream could be worse than watching Obama destroy America faster than my worst Nuclear War nightmare as a child? Recurrs every day all day

Doing my old Army career and seeing how I and the Army ways had changed. I no longer fit into the new politically correct Military. I woke up glad to be retired adn sad to realize most of what I remembered from the dream were the way the Army is in reality.

Was in the cafeteria of my primary school when gangland-style persons entered. I was about ten years old. The gangsters began shooting from their rifles and I was shot in the legs. I remember feeling the bullets enter from my feet and traveling up my legs.

Was being watched by very large stone creatures that were up on a ledge in a cave. Was hiding under a beach towel. Father went up to the stone creatures to "fight" them. Was scared father would get hurt.

I was driving a car on a freeway, transporting a dangerous criminal who was a prisoner. There were guards for the criminal in the car. I was growing tired and tended to veer towards hitting a retaining wall on the right shoulder of the road. I was fighting sleep and didn't want to admit to the guards that I was sleepy. The car was going very fast. At this point I was awakened by someone in the house and I was able to recall the dream. I did not discuss it with the person who woke me up.

This is a recurrent dream in which I am required to squeeze through a very tight space and I dread it. Sometimes there are monsters or bad people involved, not always as combatants but making the situation very exciting or difficult

It has to do with a world that was constantly changing, full of many forms and colors and situations. Different cultures and individuals finding practical and simple solutions for complex problems through creativity and free thinking. There was a huge dinner at which we were more or less lower class guests. We missed out on the special privileges awarded the more desireables. We also had bought some ocean front property in which the house used to be a gas station, very old, very much in need or repairs. I was having difficulty with my car. A friend who is recently deceased was helping me with it. I walked out on the sand when the tide was down and almost fell in.

I was being chased by an alien from outer space. I tried to run but was not able to outrun this alien. Just before it got to me I would wake up. Had this dream many times as a child. Now looking back it was probably a nightmare spawned from watching some scary movie on TV as a child.

Travelling in places I've been on earth (mostly the Pacific Northwest, where I live, and East Africa where I worked for 5 years in the '80s), but with greatly reduced distances between destinations, and a great deal of confusion of characteristics of the various places. For instance, hiking in the Olympic mountains and reaching Canada (an impossibility), taking a drive into Seattle (or some big city) and ending up in Nairobi or Mogadishu.

I remember dreaming of war I had seen on the news when I was about two years old, I was sitting on the couch between two mean looking buzzards in a dark room watching that on TV and they told me I was in hell, and I began crying. Another about the same time was simply me around our home and I was dreaming how everyone always seemed to be asking me to slow down cause I had a lot of energy, so I ate a bumblebee and it made me float in slomo.

My parents and I were driving to church one Sunday morning along a narrow boulevard lined with arching Elms. It was a perfectly lovely day and we had the windows open to enjoy the early summer morning coolness. When we approached the downtown area where the cathedral church was, it was a very industrial area with buildings that looked like factories all around. We parked in the parking lot behind a factory and scaled the pipes and duct work on the back of the building, using electric cables to help pull us upward to the roof. Once there we crossed the roof to a tall pine tree on the other side, and here it now appeared that the building was indeed a cathedral church in the old English style. We each took our turn climbing down the pine tree to the grass below, dusted ourselves off and proceeded into the large Oak doors of the stone and mortar Cathedral Church of St. Mark. We attended the service and I particularly enjoyed the pipe organ music and the colors streaming in through the beautiful stained-glass windows - the way they reflected off the curve of my eyeglasses as I held them in my hand and played with them. Once the brief service was over and most people left, I went up and sat down at the keyboard of the organ and began to play at the behest of the church organist. I played the Widor toccata. The organist lauded me with high praise for being a child prodigy. We left the church sanctuary to go to the reception room where people always gather to socialize after the church service. Everyone was in tuxedos and fine dresses sipping champagne or cups of coffee. We said a few hello's around the room and then went out the front of the building to the large pine tree, where we climbed again to the roof. Across the roof we found our footing on the ducts and pipes and climbed down to our awaiting car. Then we drove home along the same Elm-lined boulevard as I sat in the middle between my parents and watched the dappled light stream through the trees. Then I awoke. I had this recurring dream many, many times over the course of 5 or 6 years.

Early one morning I was preparing to leave for work. I was dressed in my uniform and I made my way upstairs from a small basement room in the house that I share with my sweetheart, Elsie, my dear love whom I intend to marry soon - who is now, in reality, battling a serious form of cancer. As I went up the stairs I smelled bacon cooking and could hear sizzling and the voices of a man and boy talking. As I made my way toward the stairs I saw in the adjacent family room my fiancTÆs 25 year-old son, Evan (who, in reality, does not live with us, and who despises his mother and treats her very neglectfully) and his girlfriend, Amber, both hunkered-down in front of MY television with hooded sweatshirts over their heads and playing video games as though they had been doing so for many hours on end. They completely ignored me. Up the stairs I headed past the kitchen where I saw my fiancTÆs ex-husband, Larry (who also does not live with us in reality) cooking a fine breakfast for their 15 year-old son, Owen, in the kitchen. (Owen, BTW, in reality does live with my sweetheart and me in this house we have together made our lovely home). Larry and Owen conversed about school while Larry made bacon and eggs for Owen and himself. They did not speak with me or acknowledge my presence. They all continued to use the house and its contents as though everything there belonged to them. My sweetheart was nowhere to be seen. I glanced around hoping to see my love coming to give me a kiss and hug goodbye before I left for work, but the then the sense overtook me that she no longer lived. I was saddened and horrified that I was without her and relegated to a basement room in our house. Then I awoke from this dream to find her sleeping peacefully by my side.

I was falling in a fast freefall with no end in sight and as I went further I know I was trying to scream but only a low gutteral sound was coming out. I heard myself make that noise and sat up sweating and scared.

I remember a recurring dream that was always hard to describe as a child but now it is easier. I was floating not flying and looking out at what can be described as a horizon but it is coming at me. Not clouds but almost like the edge of the universe. The dreams made me feel like I was as far away as possible and a little scary. This dream occured many times during young childhood.

My elderly mother is in a room with a pretty bedspread, but no windows. She is angry with me, a grown older woman and with my father, elderly also and is estranged from us both. We are upset about this, but resigned to this fact. We suggest that we build her a house on the family's large proerty so she would be more comfortable. She breaks down and cries out that she doesn't really want to be estranged from us and we reconcile.

Fighting government bureaucracy/mandates, new rules and regulations, and taxes which were threatening to force me to shut down my business. I was standing between generic bureaucrats and my 38 employees trying to negotiate a solution to keep the doors open without being forced into bankruptcy. Woke up as I was signing a contract to move my production offshore in order to remain viable and competitive.

I was in the AF working with a co-worker who was know for making mistakes. In the dream he dropped a screwdriver and set off a nuclear explosion in a missle silo. This was back in 1978 not long after a maintnace accident that caused a titan II missle to explode and hurl a nuclear warhead sevral hundred feet from the explosion.

I was swimming in the Gulf of Mexico and saw a sea monster coming toward me. I swam with all my might towards shore but got carried toward a wall of rocks instead. I kept grabbing the rocks to pull myself up but the wall kept getting higher. I was able to awake before anything worse could happen.

When I was about four or five years old,I remember a nightmare of being very afraid of the puppet, Howdy Doody. I felt threatened by the puppet. Then I remember grabbing some scissors that were on a beside table and began stabbing the puppet. I awoke very quickly when that happened.

The Russians were invading our town and I was trying to find shelter around the high school. I could hear gunfire and knew they were close. There were few other people from town that I could see. This dream was like a serial that continued sporadically for years, but no resolution ever came.

I usually dream bout mother, daddy, bother and sister( all deceased) usually it is about a house we are moving into. Another frequent dream is I am back in college, haven't attended a class all semester because I couldn't find it and I can't graduate because I had to have the course to receive my diploma.

I dove off a very very high diving board and half way down saw there was no water in the pool. I had been dreaming about diving and I had been working on progressively higher boards. I sat straight up in bed gasping for air and interestingly enough it took me four or five tries before I could get air in my lungs and start to be able to breathe. I've never had a severe reaction like that one-a dream situation in real life.

There were alot of people gathered at some exciting place and one guy in particular, who I told I loved. He did not share my feelings, a fact I chose to ignore, as I continued to tell him I loved him. He was weakening, however, and I was hopeful he would love me too. I woke up then and have shared the dream with anyone, including the cats!

I dreamed that my Mother had died, while she was still alive, I sat up in bed and screamed for her. The dream was so real that I called her in the middle of the night to make sure whe was okay. Scared her when she found out why I called.

i DREMPT THATmy dog who is 9# was running loose and being chased and attacted by 3-4 loose dogs. One dog had mine cornered behind a hill and I couldn't see what was happening and then the other dogs came back into picture and joined the dog that was attacting mine. I was speechless and couldn't move or hollar for help. This incident happened to my neighbors small dog who was attacked and killed by coyotes about a year ago. Then I woke up before remembering my neighbors dog.At end of dream my dog was being pulled apart buy other dogs. Horrible as I love my dog whom I've had since she was 3 months old, now 2 1/2 years.

I often dream of conversations with my Mother wherein she offers advice regarding current issues. Such has been the case during the last week. A particular current issue is my deep concern for the future of our country. This issue has garnered several dream conversations for me with her.

The family is in the Dining room, it's night time, everyone is waiting and apprehensive. The sky out the windows is glowing yellow and red. It's getting closer. Planes are flying and dropping bombs. This is war. We're all going to die!

One very vivid dream I remember to this day is one where I am mountain climbing with my friends and I slipped and fell, Despite my friends best effort to save me I fell anyway , I remember the fall and how I felt during the whole fall then the realization that this was it. luckily I woke up before I actually hit the ground.

Going into a house with friends. It was a great house, beautiful and sunny. But over time it turned dark and horrible and eventually I was alone but not alone because there was something awful in there with me that wanted to kill me.

Being chased by big yellow blobs (I could smell them). Floating down a river to get away and when that didn't work flying. But flying low to the ground and unable to gain altitude so the possibility of being caught was still there.

My entire family lived in a small town and we were all at my parents house for a party (which usually happened in real life when I was younger) when we hear on the news something horrible has happened & we were instructed to stay inside. Panicing, we try to find all the children to get them inside. 1 of my cousins was missing so we sent a search party. He was hiding in one of the closets but before everyone could get back to the house a T-rex (dinosaur) and pack of raptors begin to hunt us. It's a rush to get to the house. We were locked in the basement w/the raptors trying to get in the wrought iron gate.

My younger sister & I were small children (about the same age I was when I first had the dream) I was 5 she was 2. We were playing in the back seat of my mothers pick-up truck when these over sized dust bunnies started attacking the truck. I closed all the windows, locked the doors & made my sister watch the floor so as to not see the horrid dust bunnies. I was doing the same and I slowly peered over the back seat into the bed of the truck & a dust bunny jumped up & scared me, which is when I would wake up, terrified.

My current boyfreind asked me to marry him. The ring was gorgeous other than it was gold. I found that my 2 friends helped him pick out the ring & was upset with them b/c they know I hate gold & love white gold/platinum/silver. I was upset also b/c I had to send the ring back to fix the problem & I felt uncomfortable not having it on even though I only had it for a short period of time.

Being inside my parent's home and looking out the kitchen window and watching a tornado swirl around in the desert behind the house and then begin to approach the house. The tornado would go over the neighbor's house on the left and then unto the one on the right. Each time demolishing the houses. I kept watching waiting for it to hit my house but it never did.

Travelling on a dirt road, that had been recently grated, riding a bicycle along with two friends. On the right were hills that I somehow knew there once covered with shanty homes, but now it was covered with white plastic (just like it's done at the landfills). Now on that dirt road we came to a downhill and at the bottom was a area of water (large puddle) I knew rain was the cause of it. I began to ride into it and had absolutely no trouble getting through it, though I could feel the mud heavy on the bike's tires. However, I kept the bike balanced and I looked back looking for my companions only to see that they were no longer on the bikes but were walking them through the mud.

I was in the church I actually attended at the time, looking down from above. The church was full, people were crying. The casket was open and the body inside was mine. As people started waking by the casket to pay their final respects, my view changed. Now I was laying the the casket and could see them looking down at me. In my mind, I was screaming at them that I was alive, but I couldn't move and no noise would come out. Even though I could see them, to them my eyes appeared shut. I saw the casket closing and felt myself being carried out of the church. Next I felt being lowered into the ground and hearing the sounds of dirt falling on the top of the casket. Now matter how much I screamed in my head, no one could hear me. Eventually the screaming in my head woke me up. (I've had this dream countless times through the years).

I dreamed often about the sounds of lots of people whispering from beneath my bed. I was always afraid to look, but knew that if I did, I wouldn't see them but they'd grab me and pull me under the bed.

Dreamed that I was walking with a friend in a hospital. He was sick and I went to see him. There were a lot of people there and I was hiding because I didn't want anyone to see me there. Can't remember the reason.

I have an exam in a college class that I have not been attending and do not even remember where it meets. I want to drop the class, but am lost on campus, just wandering around in hopes of finding the class. Then I am going down some steps that get narrower and steeper until I standing on an inch-wide ledge over a deep chasm.

I was at an Air Force base watching the launch of several large, large rockets... one of which went wrong and led to me and others fleeing aboard another craft of some kind. I was piloting the aircraft even though I did not know how and was forced to save the group of us.

Was being chased while I was inside a house by something (monster) that kept appearing at windows and doors throughout the house. This dream repeated itself a few times through the years (ages 6-9). The odd thing was the house that I was in ended up being a house I moved into when my mother remarried. I had never seen the house before, but it was the exact house from my dreams...

Running around a large farm on the nearby road sticking my tongue out at the bad farmer. Then the bad farmer chased me with two sharpened agate-rocks which he was planning to cut my tongue off with. The dream was in technicolor (as is Wizard of Oz green grass, but with the people being muted shades)

I dreamed I was in a fierce firefight in Vietnam. I rememebr my M-16 rifle jammed while I was firing full automatic. As I struggled to free the weapon to fire again, a VC or NVA soldier with a long rifle pointed it at my abdomen and shook his head as if to say, too bad I got you and fired. THe dream was so vivid I woke up, went to my mother and asked if I could sleep next to her for a while.

It was the end of the world and I was watching the explotions of some very powerful bombs,from a savety distance.the agresive army was from China. I was very afraid and I was 7 years old.The colors of the explosions are still vivid in my head.